a month's hiatus

Wow.

It's been a month since you've been graced by my thoughts.

Perhaps it's because my family has moved.

To what we affectionately call The Shack.

And not so affectionately Satan's Lair.

Ahh, what we won't do to save a buck, or several hundred.

It seemed like a good idea, but now...?

Let me share with you a few pictures or our new abode...

Really this house has it all, as long as you want to live as a minimalist.

Exhibit A:

Unassuming/terrifying/creepy (Tucker's assessment) front yard.

Should be able to scare all potential visitors.

I mean seriously, who needs friends?

Exhibit B:

Our one and ONLY bathroom, servicing family of 5.

Comes complete with smell of urine and ancient linoleum flooring.

Sure to bring any family together. Son pounding on the door saying he has GOT to go NOW!

Father yelling to son to relieve himself outside. Son horrified to tears. I mean, seriously, we are

growing closer by the day.

Exhibit C:

Mystery Door number 1.

What could be behind the door? My dryer of course. I find it a little disconcerting that I must

pass through Mosquito Alley and into Spider's Lair to use my dryer, but that which does not kill

us makes us stronger, yes?

Exhibit D:

My super-charming (read: how am I suppose to live in these conditions? the walls are closing in

around me! help!) kitchen comes complete with clothes washer. No dishwasher, but I can do my

laundry while making dinner. Nice.

All in all, I think we made a great choice. It ranks up there with moving into the Chateau Brickyard Retirement Community when we first got married, and the 18 hour move into my aunt's and uncle's home with the bedroom sharing a wall with my cousin. (Wasn't gonna happen, thank-you-very-much.)

Randy asked me while looking around our new home, "do you love me?"

Yes, dear, it's the only reason I'm still here.